Oh
a spirit, nursed to flourish, a soul flushed. It’s a miracle,
to
flit at a given moment, fully entranced. From heights to
skies,
to pain to trickle, as close as distance. It’s beyond
speech
to utter speech, as yogic as a straight line; where
mystic
fusion, intoxicates love, a gentle feedback. How to
get
closer, waxing humble, semi-traumatized? It’s a fever,
to
fraught intuition, as close as distance. To touch a shoulder,
to
merely see, lost in reverie. Is it duty, to seek a face, where
life
is consciousness? It’s an element, to move as unmoved, a
break
with reality, a metaphysical science. To twist a sentence,
to
capture a glimpse, a flame for souls. When was called, an
inner
gloom, an inch from mother’s heart? Every beat, to flee
reality,
a sky to sprinkle doves. More reality, a mere gander,
more
than a myriad of facts. Oh a spirit, a human whetstone,
sharpened
to perfection. Love’s a force, when saturated, an
electric
jolt. What for life, a must ascend, a feeling infused.
To
feel a kiss, ever alone, gripped ear to ear. Where to live
this
feeling? fully polished, even footprints behind?
